After everyone had blinked a couple times, Rilke imagined a mountain stream, fixated on the way the cold water splashed through the fine, sparkly ...

How do I explain the bubbles rising withinHow do I identify the tingling in my feetHow do I count the reasons my lips keep ...

I’ve long been disappointed with the lack of diverse characters in popular fiction today. My current work in progress is an attempt to shrink ...

November was sunny, yet chilly. The unmistakable scent of Thanksgiving wafted through Aunt Vickie’s home. As soon as one walked through the door, the ...

Brian is a student at Macomb, juggling school, relationships, and business ventures. His only real friend and constant companion is Stinger, the orange tabby ...

Best friends for neveris what we havebecome. Time can never healthe rift and distancebetween us. An angel turned demonis what you areto me. “Misery ...

Signaling to nobody, Rilke turned onto the state route from the gravel access road he and Kyle had taken to reach their hiking trails ...

A tightening pain grips my chest with all its mightA downturned smile stubbornly sticks to my faceMy eyes are too heavy to behold his ...

Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns ...

It’s that time of year again. The leaves change color, people wear more layers of clothing, and they consider it socially acceptable to drink ...